text_original: What is the little one thinking about? Very wonderful things, no doubt; Unwritten history ! Unfathoined mystery ! 14 POEMS OF IIOME. Yet he laughs and cries, and eats and drinks, And chuckles, and crows, and nods, and winks, As if his head were as full of kinks And curious riddles as any sphinx! Warped by colic, and wet by tears.
text_transcription: WHAT IS THE LITTLE ONE THINKING ABOUT VERY WONDERFUL THINGS NO DOUBT UNWRITTEN HISTORY UNFATHOMED MYSTERY YET HE LAUGHS AND CRIES AND EATS AND DRINKS AND CHUCKLES AND CROWS AND NODS AND WINGS AS IF HIS HEAD WERE AS FULL OF KINGS AND CURIOUS RIDDLES AS ANY SWINGS WARPED BY COLIC AND WET BY TEARS
phonemes: wˌʌt ɪz ðə lˈɪɾəl wˈʌn θˈɪŋkɪŋ ɐbˈaʊt? vˈɛɹi wˈʌndɚfəl θˈɪŋz, nˈoʊ dˈaʊt; ʌnɹˈɪʔn̩ hˈɪstɚɹi ! ʌnfˈæθɔɪnd mˈɪstɚɹi ! fˈɔːɹtiːn pˈoʊᵻmz ʌv ˈɪɪˌoʊm. jˈɛt hiː lˈæfs ænd kɹˈaɪz, ænd ˈiːts ænd dɹˈɪŋks, ænd tʃˈʌkəlz, ænd kɹˈoʊz, ænd nˈɑːdz, ænd wˈɪŋks, æz ɪf hɪz hˈɛd wɜːɹ æz fˈʊl ʌv kˈɪŋks ænd kjˈʊɹɹiəs ɹˈɪdəlz æz ˌɛni sfˈɪŋks! wˈɔːɹpt baɪ kˈɑːlɪk, ænd wˈɛt baɪ tˈɪɹz.