text_original: Shall we tease the birdies, when they come back in spring,   Tease and tell them we have fathomed all their secrets small, Every secret hiding place and dear and precious, thing, Which they left behind the leaves, the red leaves, in the fall?
text_transcription: SHALL WE TEASE THE BIRDIES WHEN THEY COME BACK IN SPRING TEASE AND TELL THEM WE HAVE FATHOMED ALL THEIR SECRET SMALL EVERY SECRET HIDING PLACE AND DEAR AND PRECIOUS THING WHICH THEY LEFT BEHIND THE LEAVES THE RED LEAVES IN THE FALL
phonemes: ʃˌæl wiː tˈiːz ðə bˈɜːdiz, wˌɛn ðeɪ kˈʌm bˈæk ɪn spɹˈɪŋ,   tˈiːz ænd tˈɛl ðˌɛm wiː hæv fˈæðəmd ˈɔːl ðɛɹ sˈiːkɹᵻts smˈɔːl, ˈɛvɹi sˈiːkɹᵻt hˈaɪdɪŋ plˈeɪs ænd dˈɪɹ ænd pɹˈɛʃəs, θˈɪŋ, wˌɪtʃ ðeɪ lˈɛft bᵻhˌaɪnd ðə lˈiːvz, ðə ɹˈɛd lˈiːvz, ɪnðə fˈɔːl?