text_original: The other, on whose form so foul you fell, Is simply harmless, and will be our meal, Perhaps, some day; while, as for that meek beast, On us he dearly loves to leap and steal, And crunch and munch us for his cruel feast.
text_transcription: THE OTHER ON WHOSE FORM SO FOULLY YOU FELL IS SIMPLY HARMLESS AND WILL BE OUR MEAL PERHAPS SOME DAY WHILE AS FOR THAT MEEK BEAST ON US HE DEARLY LOVES TO LEAP AND STEAL AND CRUNCH AND MUNCH US FOR HIS CRUEL FEAST
phonemes: ðɪ ˈʌðɚ, ˌɔn hˌuːz fˈɔːɹm sˌoʊ fˈaʊl juː fˈɛl, ɪz sˈɪmpli hˈɑːɹmləs, ænd wɪl biː ˌaʊɚ mˈiːl, pɚhˈæps, sˌʌm dˈeɪ; wˈaɪl, æz fɔːɹ ðæt mˈiːk bˈiːst, ˌɔn ˌʌs hiː dˈɪɹli lˈʌvz tə lˈiːp ænd stˈiːl, ænd kɹˈʌntʃ ænd mˈʌntʃ ˌʌs fɔːɹ hɪz kɹˈuːəl fˈiːst.