text_original: There he sat down and covered his black feet all over with the white dough. Then he knocked at the door—rat tat tat! "Who is there?" cried the little goats within. "Your mother, my dears, come home again," answered the wolf, in his smooth buttery voice.
text_transcription: THERE HE SAT DOWN AND COVERED HIS BLACK FEET ALL OVER WITH THE WHITE DOE THEN HE KNOCKED AT THE DOOR RAT TAT TAT WHO IS THERE CRIED THE LITTLE GOATS WITHIN YOUR MOTHER MY DEARS COME HOME AGAIN ANSWERED THE WOLF IN HIS SMOOTH BUTTERY VOICE
phonemes: ðɛɹ hiː sˈæt dˌaʊn ænd kˈʌvɚd hɪz blˈæk fˈiːt ˈɔːl ˌoʊvɚ wɪððə wˈaɪt dˈoʊ. ðˈɛn hiː nˈɑːkt æt ðə dˈɔːɹ—ɹˈæt tˈæt tˈæt! "hˌuː ɪz ðˈɛɹ?" kɹˈaɪd ðə lˈɪɾəl ɡˈoʊts wɪðˈɪn. "jʊɹ mˈʌðɚ, maɪ dˈɪɹz, kˈʌm hˈoʊm ɐɡˈɛn," ˈænsɚd ðə wˈʊlf, ɪn hɪz smˈuːð bˈʌɾɚɹi vˈɔɪs.