text_original: Sir Wolf would fain, no doubt, have munched This pampered cur, and on him lunched; But then the meal involved a fight, And he was craven, save at night; For such a dog could guard his throat As well as any dog of note. So the Wolf, humbly flattering him, Praised the soft plumpness of each limb. "You're wrong, you're wrong, my noble sir, To roam in woods indeed you err," The dog replies, "you do indeed; If you but wish, with me you'll feed.
text_transcription: SIR WOLF WOULD FAIN NO DOUBT HAVE MUNCHED THIS PAMPERED CUR AND ON HIM LUNCHED BUT THEN THE MEAL INVOLVED A FIGHT AND HE WAS CRAVEN SAFE AT NIGHT FOR SUCH A DOG COULD GUARD HIS THROAT AS WELL AS ANY DOG OF NOTE SO THE WOLF HUMBLY FLATTERING HIM PRAISED THE SOFT PLUMPNESS OF EACH LIMB YOU'RE WRONG YOU'RE WRONG MY NOBLE SIR TO ROAM IN WOODS INDEED YOU ERR THE DOG REPLIES YOU DO INDEED IF YOU BUT WISH WITH ME YOUR FEET
phonemes: sˌɜː wˈʊlf wʊd fˈeɪn, nˈoʊ dˈaʊt, hæv mˈʌntʃt ðɪs pˈæmpɚd kˈɜː, ænd ˌɔn hˌɪm lˈʌntʃt; bˌʌt ðˈɛn ðə mˈiːl ɪnvˈɑːlvd ɐ fˈaɪt, ænd hiː wʌz kɹˈeɪvən, sˈeɪv æt nˈaɪt; fɔːɹ sˈʌtʃ ɐ dˈɑːɡ kʊd ɡˈɑːɹd hɪz θɹˈoʊt æz wˈɛl æz ˌɛni dˈɑːɡ ʌv nˈoʊt. sˌoʊ ðə wˈʊlf, hˈʌmbli flˈæɾɚɹɪŋ hˌɪm, pɹˈeɪzd ðə sˈɔft plˈʌmpnəs ʌv ˈiːtʃ lˈɪm. "jʊɹ ɹˈɔŋ, jʊɹ ɹˈɔŋ, maɪ nˈoʊbəl sˌɜː, tə ɹˈoʊm ɪn wˈʊdz ˌɪndˈiːd juː ˈɛɹ," ðə dˈɑːɡ ɹᵻplˈaɪz, "juː dˈuː ˌɪndˈiːd; ɪf juː bˌʌt wˈɪʃ, wɪð mˌiː juːl fˈiːd.