text_original: The friendly Beetle intercedes, And, all in tears, he kindly pleads: "Queen of the Birds! no doubt, in spite of me, You can this trembling creature bear away; But spare me this affront, this grief, I pray. John Rabbit begs his little life of thee; Grant it for pity's sake, sweet ma'am, now do!"
text_transcription: THE FRIENDLY BEETLE INTERCEDES AND ALL IN TEARS HE KINDLY PLEADS QUEEN OF THE BIRDS NO DOUBT IN SPITE OF ME YOU CAN THIS TREMBLING CREATURE BEAR AWAY BUT SPARE ME THIS AFFRONT THIS GRIEF I PRAY JOHN RABBIT BECKS HIS LITTLE LIFE OF THEE GRANT IT FOR PITY'S SAKE SWEET MA'AM NOW DO
phonemes: ðə fɹˈɛndli bˈiːɾəl ˌɪntɚsˈiːdz, ænd, ˈɔːl ɪn tˈɪɹz, hiː kˈaɪndli plˈiːdz: "kwˈiːn ʌvðə bˈɜːdz! nˈoʊ dˈaʊt, ɪn spˈaɪt ʌv mˌiː, juː kæn ðɪs tɹˈɛmblɪŋ kɹˈiːtʃɚ bˈɛɹ ɐwˈeɪ; bˌʌt spˈɛɹ mˌiː ðɪs ɐfɹˈʌnt, ðɪs ɡɹˈiːf, aɪ pɹˈeɪ. dʒˈɑːn ɹˈæbɪt bˈɛɡz hɪz lˈɪɾəl lˈaɪf ʌv ðˈiː; ɡɹˈænt ɪt fɔːɹ pˈɪɾiz sˈeɪk, swˈiːt mˈæm, nˈaʊ dˈuː!"