text_original: Our mother Nature is kind to me, And I am beloved by bird and bee, And never a child that passes by But turns upon me a grateful eye.
text_transcription: OUR MOTHER NATURE IS KIND TO ME AND I AM BELOVED BY BIRD AND BEE AND NEVER A CHILD THAT PASSES BY BUT TURNS UPON ME A GRATEFUL EYE
phonemes: ˌaʊɚ mˈʌðɚ nˈeɪtʃɚɹ ɪz kˈaɪnd tə mˌiː, ænd aɪɐm bᵻlˈʌvd baɪ bˈɜːd ænd bˈiː, ænd nˈɛvɚɹ ɐ tʃˈaɪld ðæt pˈæsᵻz baɪ bˌʌt tˈɜːnz əpˌɑːn mˌiː ɐ ɡɹˈeɪtfəl ˈaɪ.