text_original: 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: 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: 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.