Poor Kauaa! Not knowing that the roti had fallen from her beak, she kept on singing. Sa! Sing the sunflowers, Re! ring out the red roses, Ga! giggle the gulmohurs, Ma! murmur the marigolds, Pa! pop the pretty poppies, Da! dance the dahlias, Ni! nod the neem flowers! Sa re ga ma pa da ni sa. 
puɹ ! nɑt noʊɪŋ ðæt ðʌ ɹoʊti hæd fɑlʌn fɹʌm hɜ˞ bik, ʃi kɛpt ɑn sɪŋɪŋ. sɑ! sɪŋ ðʌ sʌnflaʊɜ˞z, ɹeɪ! ɹɪŋ aʊt ðʌ ɹɛd ɹoʊzɪz, ɡɑ! ɡɪɡʌl ðʌ , mɑ! mɜ˞mɜ˞ ðʌ mɛɹʌɡoʊldz, pɑ! pɑp ðʌ pɹɪti pɑpiz, dɑ! dæns ðʌ , ni! nɑd ðʌ  flaʊɜ˞z! sɑ ɹeɪ ɡɑ mɑ pɑ dɑ ni sɑ. 
 Indian speaks slowly with a very monotone tone in a room with very clear acoustics.