text_original: Our treasure is there, where stand the hives of our knowledge. It is to those hives that we are always striving; as born creatures of flight, and as the honey gatherers of the spirit, we care really in our hearts only for one thing — to bring something "home to the hive!"
text_transcription: OUR TREASURE IS THERE WHERE STAND THE HIVES OF OUR KNOWLEDGE IT IS TO THOSE HIVES THAT WE ARE ALWAYS STRIVING AS BORN CREATURES OF FLIGHT AND AS THE HONEY GATHERERS OF THE SPIRIT WE CARE REALLY IN OUR HEARTS ONLY FOR ONE THING TO BRING SOMETHING HOME TO THE HIVE
phonemes: ˌaʊɚ tɹˈɛʒɚɹ ɪz ðˈɛɹ, wˌɛɹ stˈænd ðə hˈaɪvz ʌv ˌaʊɚ nˈɑːlɪdʒ. ɪɾ ɪz tə ðoʊz hˈaɪvz ðæt wiː ɑːɹ ˈɔːlweɪz stɹˈaɪvɪŋ; æz bˈɔːɹn kɹˈiːtʃɚz ʌv flˈaɪt, ænd æz ðə hˈʌni ɡˈæðɚɹɚz ʌvðə spˈɪɹɪt, wiː kˈɛɹ ɹˈiəli ɪn ˌaʊɚ hˈɑːɹts ˈoʊnli fɔːɹ wˈʌn θˈɪŋ — tə bɹˈɪŋ sˈʌmθɪŋ "hˈoʊm tə ðə hˈaɪv!"