text_original: Warped by colic, and wet by tears. Punctured by pins, and tortured by fears, Our little nephew will lose two years; And he Ml never know Where the summers go;— He need not laugh, for he '11 tiud it so!
text_transcription: WARPED BY COLIC AND WET BY TEARS PUNCTURED BY PINS AND TORTURED BY FEARS OUR LITTLE NEPHEW WILL LOSE TWO YEARS AND HE'LL NEVER KNOW WHERE THE SUMMERS GO HE NEED NOT LAUGH FOR HE'LL FIND IT SO
phonemes: wˈɔːɹpt baɪ kˈɑːlɪk, ænd wˈɛt baɪ tˈɪɹz. pˈʌŋktʃɚd baɪ pˈɪnz, ænd tˈɔːɹtʃɚd baɪ fˈɪɹz, ˌaʊɚ lˈɪɾəl nˈɛfjuː wɪl lˈuːz tˈuː jˈɪɹz; ænd hiː ˌɛmˈɛl nˈɛvɚ nˈoʊ wˌɛɹ ðə sˈʌmɚz ɡˈoʊ;— hiː nˈiːd nˌɑːt lˈæf, fɔːɹ hiː ɪlˈɛvən tˈɪʌd ɪt sˈoʊ!