text_original: IT is such a little while From the time the fledgling tries To tip from the edge of the nest to the bough, Then lifts its wings and flies. Till it sits in its own wee nest, Surprised out of growth or ken, And half way feels that in some strange way It is learning to fly again.
text_transcription: IT IS SUCH A LITTLE WHILE FROM THE TIME THE FLEDGLING TRIES TO TIP FROM THE EDGE OF THE NEST TO THE BOW THEN LIFTS ITS WINGS AND FLIES TILL IT SITS IN ITS OWN WE NEST SURPRISED OUT OF GROWTH OR KEN AND HALF WAY FEELS THAT IN SOME STRANGE WAY IT IS LEARNING TO FLY AGAIN
phonemes: ˌaɪtˈiː ɪz sˈʌtʃ ɐ lˈɪɾəl wˌaɪl fɹʌmðə tˈaɪm ðə flˈɛdʒlɪŋ tɹˈaɪz tə tˈɪp fɹʌmðɪ ˈɛdʒ ʌvðə nˈɛst tə ðə bˈaʊ, ðˈɛn lˈɪfts ɪts wˈɪŋz ænd flˈaɪz. tˈɪl ɪt sˈɪts ɪn ɪts ˈoʊn wˈiː nˈɛst, sɚpɹˈaɪzd ˌaʊɾəv ɡɹˈoʊθ ɔːɹ kˈɛn, ænd hˈæf wˈeɪ fˈiːlz ðæt ɪn sˌʌm stɹˈeɪndʒ wˈeɪ ɪɾ ɪz lˈɜːnɪŋ tə flˈaɪ ɐɡˈɛn.