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. He must not answer back, oh no! However rude grown ups may be, But keep politely silent, tho' He brim with scathing repartee; For nothing is considered worse Than scoring off Mamma or Nurse.
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 HE MUST NOT ANSWER BACK OH NO HOWEVER RUDE GROWN UPS MAY BE BUT KEEP POLITELY SILENT THOUGH HE BRIM WITH SCATHING REPARTEE FOR NOTHING IS CONSIDERED WORSE THAN SCORING OFF MAMMA OR NURSE
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. hiː mˈʌst nˌɑːt ˈænsɚ bˈæk, ˈoʊ nˈoʊ! haʊˈɛvɚ ɹˈuːd ɡɹˈoʊn ˌʌps mˈeɪ bˈiː, bˌʌt kˈiːp pəlˈaɪtli sˈaɪlənt, ðˈoʊ hiː bɹˈɪm wɪð skˈeɪðɪŋ ɹˌɛpɑːɹtˈeɪ; fɔːɹ nˈʌθɪŋ ɪz kənsˈɪdɚd wˈɜːs ðɐn skˈɔːɹɪŋ ˈɔf mˈæmə ɔːɹ nˈɜːs.