text_original: Later on, when the nestlings keep up a constant demand for "more," he only manages to get in an occasional stanza; and that, I am inclined to think, is when he has a difference of opinion with another of his kind; though sometimes he sings a rippling, pulsating song to the setting sun. But best of all I love him when the summer has run well on into July.
text_transcription: LATER ON WHEN THE NESTLINGS KEEP UP A CONSTANT DEMAND FOR MORE HE ONLY MANAGES TO GET IN AN OCCASIONAL STANZA AND THAT I AM INCLINED TO THINK IS WHEN HE HAS A DIFFERENCE OF OPINION WITH ANOTHER OF HIS KIND THOUGH SOMETIMES HE SINGS A RIPPLING PULSATING SONG TO THE SETTING SUN BUT BEST OF ALL I LOVE HIM WHEN THE SUMMER HAS RUN WELL ON INTO JULY
phonemes: lˈeɪɾɚɹ ˈɔn, wˌɛn ðə nˈɛslɪŋz kˈiːp ˌʌp ɐ kˈɑːnstənt dᵻmˈænd fɔːɹ "mˈɔːɹ," hiː ˈoʊnli mˈænɪdʒᵻz tə ɡɛt ɪn ɐn əkˈeɪʒənəl stˈænzə; ænd ðˈæt, aɪɐm ɪŋklˈaɪnd tə θˈɪŋk, ɪz wɛn hiː hɐz ɐ dˈɪfɹəns ʌv əpˈɪniən wɪð ɐnˈʌðɚɹ ʌv hɪz kˈaɪnd; ðˌoʊ sˈʌmtaɪmz hiː sˈɪŋz ɐ ɹˈɪplɪŋ, pˈʌlseɪɾɪŋ sˈɔŋ tə ðə sˈɛɾɪŋ sˈʌn. bˌʌt bˈɛst ʌv ˈɔːl aɪ lˈʌv hˌɪm wɛn ðə sˈʌmɚ hɐz ɹˈʌn wˈɛl ˌɔn ˌɪntʊ dʒuːlˈaɪ.