text_original: Soon the poor Maples and Birches and the purple Ash who thought he looked like a King stood all bare, and the wind blew through their branches, and they shook with the cold. They looked at the Fir and wished that they had her warm, green dress.
text_transcription: SOON THE POOR MAPLES AND BIRCHES AND THE PURPLE ASH WHO THOUGHT HE LOOKED LIKE A KING STOOD ALL BARE AND THE WIND BLEW THROUGH THEIR BRANCHES AND THEY SHOOK WITH THE COLD THEY LOOKED AT THE FIR AND WISHED THAT THEY HAD HER WARM GREEN DRESS
phonemes: sˈuːn ðə pˈʊɹ mˈeɪpəlz ænd bˈɜːtʃᵻz ænd ðə pˈɜːpəl ˈæʃ hˌuː θˈɔːt hiː lˈʊkt lˈaɪk ɐ kˈɪŋ stˈʊd ˈɔːl bˈɛɹ, ænd ðə wˈɪnd blˈuː θɹuː ðɛɹ bɹˈæntʃᵻz, ænd ðeɪ ʃˈʊk wɪððə kˈoʊld. ðeɪ lˈʊkt æt ðə fˈɜː ænd wˈɪʃt ðæt ðeɪ hæd hɜː wˈɔːɹm, ɡɹˈiːn dɹˈɛs.