text_original: From number one and number two, She searched the pictures through and through, On benches stood, to inspect the high ones, And squatted down to see the shy ones. And as she went from part to part, A deeper red each cheek became, Her very eyes lit up in flame, That made each looker on exclaim, "Really an ardent love of art!"
text_transcription: FROM NUMBER ONE AND NUMBER TWO SHE SEARCHED THE PICTURES THROUGH AND THROUGH ON BENCHES STOOD TO INSPECT THE HIGH ONES AND SQUATTED DOWN TO SEE THE SHY ONES AND AS SHE WENT FROM PART TO PART A DEEPER RED EACH CHEEK BECAME HER VERY EYES LIT UP IN FLAME THAT MADE EACH LOOKER ON EXCLAIM REALLY AN ARDENT LOVE OF ART
phonemes: fɹʌm nˈʌmbɚ wˈʌn ænd nˈʌmbɚ tˈuː, ʃiː sˈɜːtʃt ðə pˈɪktʃɚz θɹuː ænd θɹˈuː, ˌɔn bˈɛntʃᵻz stˈʊd, tʊ ɪnspˈɛkt ðə hˈaɪ wˌʌnz, ænd skwˈɑːɾᵻd dˌaʊn tə sˈiː ðə ʃˈaɪ wˌʌnz. ænd æz ʃiː wɛnt fɹʌm pˈɑːɹt tə pˈɑːɹt, ɐ dˈiːpɚ ɹˈɛd ˈiːtʃ tʃˈiːk bɪkˈeɪm, hɜː vˈɛɹi ˈaɪz lˈɪt ˌʌp ɪn flˈeɪm, ðæt mˌeɪd ˈiːtʃ lˈʊkɚɹ ˌɔn ɛksklˈeɪm, "ɹˈiəli ɐn ˈɑːɹdənt lˈʌv ʌv ˈɑːɹt!"