text_original: We passed a tree with a proud pigeon sitting on its top spire, quite too heavy for the twig delicacy below; undisturbed by the mare's hoofs or the creaking of saddle leather, he let us pass, absorbed in his world of tranquil turtledoves.
text_transcription: WE PASSED THE TREE WITH A PROUD PIGEON SITTING ON ITS TOP SPIRE QUITE TOO HEAVY FOR THE TWIG DELICACY BELOW UNDISTURBED BY THE MAYOR'S HOOFS OR THE CREAKING OF SADDLE LEATHER HE LET US PASS ABSORBED IN HIS WORLD OF TRANQUIL TURTLE DOVES
phonemes: wiː pˈæst ɐ tɹˈiː wɪð ɐ pɹˈaʊd pˈɪdʒən sˈɪɾɪŋ ˌɔn ɪts tˈɑːp spˈaɪɚ, kwˈaɪt tˈuː hˈɛvi fɚðə twˈɪɡ dˈɛlɪkəsi bᵻlˈoʊ; ʌndɪstˈɜːbd baɪ ðə mˈɛɹz hˈuːfs ɔːɹ ðə kɹˈiːkɪŋ ʌv sˈædəl lˈɛðɚ, hiː lˈɛt ˌʌs pˈæs, ɐbsˈɔːɹbd ɪn hɪz wˈɜːld ʌv tɹˈæŋkwɪl tˈɜːɾəldˌʌvz.