text_original: III MATING The bliss of the wind in the redbud ringing! What shall we do with the April days! Kingcups soon will be up and swinging   What shall we do with May's! The cardinal flings, "They are made for mating!"
text_transcription: THREE MATING THE BLISS OF THE WIND IN THE RED BUD RINGING WHAT SHALL WE DO WITH THE APRIL DAYS KING CUPS SOON WILL BE UP AND SWINGING WHAT SHALL WE DO WITH MAIZE THE CARDINAL FLINGS THEY ARE MADE FOR MATING
phonemes: ɹˌoʊmən θɹˈiː mˈeɪɾɪŋ ðə blˈɪs ʌvðə wˈɪnd ɪnðə ɹˈɛdbʌd ɹˈɪŋɪŋ! wˌʌt ʃˌæl wiː dˈuː wɪððɪ ˈeɪpɹəl dˈeɪz! kˈɪŋkʌps sˈuːn wɪl biː ˌʌp ænd swˈɪŋɪŋ wʌt ʃˌæl wiː dˈuː wɪð mˈeɪz! ðə kˈɑːɹdɪnəl flˈɪŋz, "ðeɪ ɑːɹ mˌeɪd fɔːɹ mˈeɪɾɪŋ!"