text_original: His face is always being washed, His hair perpetually brushed, And thus his brighter side is squashed, His human instincts warped and crushed; Small wonder that his early years Are filled with "thoughts too deep for tears."
text_transcription: HIS FACE IS ALWAYS BEING WASHED HIS HAIR PERPETUALLY BRUSHED AND THUS HIS BRIGHTER SIDE IS SQUASHED HIS HUMAN INSTINCTS WARPED AND CRUSHED SMALL WONDER THAT HIS EARLY YEARS ARE FILLED WITH THOUGHTS TOO DEEP FOR TEARS
phonemes: hɪz fˈeɪs ɪz ˈɔːlweɪz bˌiːɪŋ wˈɑːʃt, hɪz hˈɛɹ pɚpˈɛtʃuːəli bɹˈʌʃt, ænd ðˈʌs hɪz bɹˈaɪɾɚ sˈaɪd ɪz skwˈɑːʃt, hɪz hjˈuːmən ˈɪnstɪŋkts wˈɔːɹpt ænd kɹˈʌʃt; smˈɔːl wˈʌndɚ ðæt hɪz ˈɜːli jˈɪɹz ɑːɹ fˈɪld wɪð "θˈɔːts tˈuː dˈiːp fɔːɹ tˈɪɹz."