text_original: "Let me think," began the East Wind. "The Clerk of the Weather took the little sunbeam boy    " "Kiddiwee!" corrected Tibbs. "Yes. And dropped him into a crevice in the dome of the Taj Mahal; and there he lies asleep, in the safe keeping of an Elderly Spinster Spider."
text_transcription: LET ME THINK BEGAN THE EAST WIND THE CLERK OF THE WEATHER TOOK THE LITTLE SUNBEAM BOY KIDDIE WEE CORRECTED TIBBS YES AND DROPPED HIM INTO A CREVICE IN THE DOME OF THE TARGE MAHAL AND THERE HE LIES ASLEEP IN THE SAFE KEEPING OF AN ELDERLY SPINSTER SPIDER
phonemes: "lˈɛt mˌiː θˈɪŋk," bɪɡˈæn ðɪ ˈiːst wˈɪnd. "ðə klˈɜːk ʌvðə wˈɛðɚ tˈʊk ðə lˈɪɾəl sˈʌnbiːm bˈɔɪ    " "kˈɪdɪwˌiː!" kɚɹˈɛktᵻd tˈɪbz. "jˈɛs. ænd dɹˈɑːpt hˌɪm ˌɪntʊ ɐ kɹˈɛvɪs ɪnðə dˈoʊm ʌvðə tˈɑːʒ mɐhˈɑːl; ænd ðɛɹ hiː lˈaɪz ɐslˈiːp, ɪnðə sˈeɪf kˈiːpɪŋ əvən ˈɛldɚli spˈɪnstɚ spˈaɪdɚ."