text_original: "Never mind," said nurse, with a little hug, "we won't talk about runaway horses at bedtime. We'll just shut our eyes and think of a field of yellow corn, waving, waving, waving."
text_transcription: NEVER MIND SAID NURSE WITH A LITTLE HUG WE WON'T TALK ABOUT RUNAWAY HORSES AT BEDTIME WE'VE JUST SHUT OUR EYES AND THINK OF A FIELD OF YELLOW CORN WAVING WAVING WAVING
phonemes: "nˈɛvɚ mˈaɪnd," sˈɛd nˈɜːs, wɪð ɐ lˈɪɾəl hˈʌɡ, "wiː woʊnt tˈɔːk ɐbˌaʊt ɹˈʌnəwˌeɪ hˈɔːɹsᵻz æt bˈɛdtaɪm. wiːl dʒˈʌst ʃˈʌt ˌaʊɚɹ ˈaɪz ænd θˈɪŋk əvə fˈiːld ʌv jˈɛloʊ kˈɔːɹn, wˈeɪvɪŋ, wˈeɪvɪŋ, wˈeɪvɪŋ."