text_original: But no, the obtuse human just goes on weeding the path as before; so the Whisper Song starts again. This time you think it resembles a very mellow musical box shut up in some distant room.
text_transcription: BUT NO THE OBTUSE HUMAN JUST GOES ON WEEDING THE PATH AS BEFORE SO THE WHISPER SONG STARTS AGAIN THIS TIME YOU THINK IT RESEMBLES A VERY MELLOW MUSICAL BOX SHUT UP IN SOME DISTANT ROOM
phonemes: bˌʌt nˈoʊ, ðɪ əbtˈuːs hjˈuːmən dʒˈʌst ɡoʊz ˌɔn wˈiːdɪŋ ðə pˈæθ æz bᵻfˈɔːɹ; sˌoʊ ðə wˈɪspɚ sˈɔŋ stˈɑːɹts ɐɡˈɛn. ðɪs tˈaɪm juː θˈɪŋk ɪt ɹᵻzˈɛmbəlz ɐ vˈɛɹi mˈɛloʊ mjˈuːzɪkəl bˈɑːks ʃˈʌt ˌʌp ɪn sˌʌm dˈɪstənt ɹˈuːm.