text_original: So Farmer Brown's boy swung his axe, chop, chop, chop, and the chips flew out on the white snow, and Farmer Brown's boy sang, never once thinking of how the Possum he was after might feel.
text_transcription: SO FARMER BROWN'S BOY SWUNG HIS AXE CHOP CHOP CHOP AND THE CHIPS FLEW OUT ON THE WHITE SNOW AND FARMER BROWN'S BOY SANG NEVER ONCE THINKING OF HOW THE POSSUM HE WAS AFTER MIGHT FEEL
phonemes: sˌoʊ fˈɑːɹmɚ bɹˈaʊnz bˈɔɪ swˈʌŋ hɪz ˈæks, tʃˈɑːp, tʃˈɑːp, tʃˈɑːp, ænd ðə tʃˈɪps flˈuː ˈaʊt ɔnðə wˈaɪt snˈoʊ, ænd fˈɑːɹmɚ bɹˈaʊnz bˈɔɪ sˈæŋ, nˈɛvɚ wˈʌns θˈɪŋkɪŋ ʌv hˌaʊ ðə pˈɑːsəm hiː wʌz ˈæftɚ mˌaɪt fˈiːl.