text_original: So I know there is gold buried under that boulder, and that is why there is always sunshine peeping through the green; first it comes out in the yellow jasmine, then it flares in the daffodils, later you find it in the dancing buttercups and in the lovely honeysuckle, finally it waves to you a bright "Good bye, Summer," in the clump of golden rod that is near the entrance.
text_transcription: SO I KNOW THERE IS GOLD BURIED UNDER THAT BOULDER AND THAT IS WHY THERE IS ALWAYS SUNSHINE PEEPING THROUGH THE GREEN FIRST IT COMES OUT IN THE YELLOW JASMINE THEN IT FLARES IN THE DAFFODILS LATER YOU FIND IT IN THE DANCING BUTTERCUPS AND IN THE LOVELY HONEYSUCKLE FINALLY IT WAVES TO YOU A BRIGHT GOOD BY SUMMER IN THE CLUMP OF GOLDEN ROD THAT IS NEAR THE ENTRANCE
phonemes: sˌoʊ aɪ nˈoʊ ðɛɹ ɪz ɡˈoʊld bˈɛɹid ˌʌndɚ ðæt bˈoʊldɚ, ænd ðæt ɪz wˌaɪ ðɛɹ ɪz ˈɔːlweɪz sˈʌnʃaɪn pˈiːpɪŋ θɹuː ðə ɡɹˈiːn; fˈɜːst ɪt kˈʌmz ˈaʊt ɪnðə jˈɛloʊ dʒˈæzmɪn, ðˈɛn ɪt flˈɛɹz ɪnðə dˈæfədˌɪlz, lˈeɪɾɚ juː fˈaɪnd ɪɾ ɪnðə dˈænsɪŋ bˈʌɾɚkˌʌps ænd ɪnðə lˈʌvli hˈʌnɪsˌʌkəl, fˈaɪnəli ɪt wˈeɪvz tə juː ɐ bɹˈaɪt "ɡˈʊd bˈaɪ, sˈʌmɚ," ɪnðə klˈʌmp ʌv ɡˈoʊldən ɹˈɑːd ðæt ɪz nˌɪɹ ðɪ ˈɛntɹəns.