text_original: Down came the rain, pattering on the leaves of the elm. The Eyesore had come back, hatless and in his shirt sleeves, and had executed a brief dance of delight over the three fish Jack had caught for him.
text_transcription: DOWN CAME THE RAIN PATTERING ON THE LEAVES OF THE ELM THE EYESORE HAD COME BACK HATLESS AND IN HIS SHIRT SLEEVES AND HAD EXECUTED A BRIEF DANCE OF DELIGHT OVER THE THREE FISH JACK HAD CAUGHT FOR HIM
phonemes: dˌaʊn kˈeɪm ðə ɹˈeɪn, pˈæɾɚɹɪŋ ɔnðə lˈiːvz ʌvðɪ ˈɛlm. ðɪ ˈaɪsɔːɹ hæd kˈʌm bˈæk, hˈætləs ænd ɪn hɪz ʃˈɜːt slˈiːvz, ænd hæd ˈɛksᵻkjˌuːɾᵻd ɐ bɹˈiːf dˈæns ʌv dᵻlˈaɪt ˌoʊvɚ ðə θɹˈiː fˈɪʃ dʒˈæk hæd kˈɔːt fɔːɹ hˌɪm.