text_original: We never saw her again, poor, plucky little soul; and one of the youngsters dragged a broken wing along the path next day, explaining to me, pitifully, that he couldn't possibly get up to the bird board now, neither could he find mother anywhere.
text_transcription: WE NEVER SAW HER AGAIN POOR PLUCKY LITTLE SOUL AND ONE OF THE YOUNGSTERS DRAGGED A BROKEN WING ALONG THE PATH NEXT DAY EXPLAINING TO ME PITIFULLY THAT HE COULDN'T POSSIBLY GET UP TO THE BIRD BOARD NOW NEITHER COULD HE FIND MOTHER ANYWHERE
phonemes: wiː nˈɛvɚ sˈɔː hɜːɹ ɐɡˈɛn, pˈʊɹ, plˈʌki lˈɪɾəl sˈoʊl; ænd wˈʌn ʌvðə jˈʌŋstɚz dɹˈæɡd ɐ bɹˈoʊkən wˈɪŋ ɐlˈɔŋ ðə pˈæθ nˈɛkst dˈeɪ, ɛksplˈeɪnɪŋ tə mˌiː, pˈɪɾɪfəli, ðæt hiː kˌʊdənt pˈɑːsᵻbli ɡɛt ˌʌp tə ðə bˈɜːd bˈɔːɹd nˈaʊ, nˈiːðɚ kʊd hiː fˈaɪnd mˈʌðɚɹ ˈɛnɪwˌɛɹ.