text_original: The Model Child has got to keep His fingers and his garments white; In church he may not go to sleep, Nor ask to stop up late at night. In fact he must not ever do A single thing he wishes to. He may not paddle in his boots, Like naughty children, at the Sea; The sweetness of Forbidden Fruits Is not, alas! for such as he. He watches, with pathetic eyes, His weaker brethren make mud pies.
text_transcription: THE MODEL CHILD HAS GOT TO KEEP HIS FINGERS AND HIS GARMENTS WHITE IN CHURCH HE MAY NOT GO TO SLEEP NOR AS TO STOP UP LATE AT NIGHT IN FACT HE MUST NOT EVER DO A SINGLE THING HE WISHES TO HE MAY NOT PEDDLE IN HIS BOOTS LIKE NAUGHTY CHILDREN AT THE SEA THE SWEETNESS OF FORBIDDEN FRUITS IS NOT ALAS FOR SUCH AS HE HE WATCHES WITH PATHETIC EYES HIS WEAKER BRETHREN MAKE MUDPIES
phonemes: ðə mˈɑːdəl tʃˈaɪld hɐz ɡɑːt tə kˈiːp hɪz fˈɪŋɡɚz ænd hɪz ɡˈɑːɹmənts wˈaɪt; ɪn tʃˈɜːtʃ hiː mˈeɪ nˌɑːt ɡˌoʊ tə slˈiːp, nˈɔːɹ ˈæsk tə stˈɑːp ˌʌp lˈeɪt æt nˈaɪt. ɪn fˈækt hiː mˈʌst nˌɑːt ˈɛvɚ dˈuː ɐ sˈɪŋɡəl θˈɪŋ hiː wˈɪʃᵻz tuː. hiː mˈeɪ nˌɑːt pˈædəl ɪn hɪz bˈuːts, lˈaɪk nˈɔːɾi tʃˈɪldɹən, æt ðə sˈiː; ðə swˈiːtnəs ʌv fɚbˈɪdən fɹˈuːts ɪz nˈɑːt, ɐlˈæs! fɔːɹ sˈʌtʃ ɐz hiː. hiː wˈɑːtʃᵻz, wɪð pɐθˈɛɾɪk ˈaɪz, hɪz wˈiːkɚ bɹˈɛðɹən mˌeɪk mˈʌd pˈaɪz.