text_original: ling looks, John, Or poking at the roses. In midst of which your nose is; Or climbing on a table. No matter how unstable, And turning up your quaint eye And half shut teeth, with '* Mayn't I?
text_transcription: LING LOOKS JOHN OR POKING AT THE ROSES IN MIDST OF WHICH YOUR NOSES OR CLIMBING ON THE TABLE NO MATTER HOW UNSTABLE AND TURNING UP YOUR QUAINT EYE AND HALF SHUT TEETH WITH MAYN'T I
phonemes: lˈɪŋ lˈʊks, dʒˈɑːn, ɔːɹ pˈoʊkɪŋ æt ðə ɹˈoʊzᵻz. ɪn mˈɪdst ʌvwˈɪtʃ jʊɹ nˈoʊz ɪz; ɔːɹ klˈaɪmɪŋ ˌɔn ɐ tˈeɪbəl. nˈoʊ mˈæɾɚ hˌaʊ ʌnstˈeɪbəl, ænd tˈɜːnɪŋ ˌʌp jʊɹ kwˈeɪnt ˈaɪ ænd hˈæf ʃˈʌt tˈiːθ, wɪð ˈæstɚɹˌɪsk mˈeɪənt ˈaɪ?