text_original: He raises his crest feathers, with pleasure, when he sees the suet on the branch; and over the little acrobat goes, hanging head downwards or clinging with one tiny claw to a piece of twig; it is all one to him, he swings about like a bright enamel pendant.
text_transcription: HE RAISES HIS CREST FEATHERS WITH PLEASURE WHEN HE SEES THE SUET ON THE BRANCH AND OVER THE LITTLE ACROBAT GOES HANGING HEAD DOWNWARDS OR CLINGING WITH ONE TINY CLAW TO A PIECE OF TWIG IT IS ALL ONE TO HIM HE SWINGS ABOUT LIKE A BRIGHT ENAMEL PENDANT
phonemes: hiː ɹˈeɪzᵻz hɪz kɹˈɛst fˈɛðɚz, wɪð plˈɛʒɚ, wˌɛn hiː sˈiːz ðə sˈuːɪt ɔnðə bɹˈæntʃ; ænd ˌoʊvɚ ðə lˈɪɾəl ˈækɹəbˌæt ɡˈoʊz, hˈæŋɪŋ hˈɛd dˈaʊnwɚdz ɔːɹ klˈɪŋɪŋ wɪð wˈʌn tˈaɪni klˈɔː tʊ ɐ pˈiːs ʌv twˈɪɡ; ɪɾ ɪz ˈɔːl wˈʌn tə hˌɪm, hiː swˈɪŋz ɐbˌaʊt lˈaɪk ɐ bɹˈaɪt ɪnˈæməl pˈɛndənt.