æz hiː ˈeɪdʒᵻz, hɪz tʃˈɪldɹən mətʃˈʊɹ ænd bˈɛɹ hˌɪm ɡɹˈændtʃɪldɹən, ænd hiː dʒˈoʊks tə wˈʌn ʌv ðˌɛm, "stˈoʊnz ɑːɹ ˈɔːl ɹˈaɪt ɪn ðɛɹ wˈeɪ; ðə tɹˈʌbəl ɪz, ðeɪ dˈoʊnt ɡɹˈoʊ.
As he ages, his children mature and bear him grandchildren, and he jokes to one of them, "stones are all right in their way; the trouble is, they don't grow.