text_original: There at her ease, No fear of fees, She gnawed, and nibbled:  gracious, what a life! The bacon melted in the strife. Plump and rotund she grew, As fat as two. A week was over, Spent in clover.
text_transcription: THERE AT HER EASE NO FEAR OF FEES SHE GNAWED AND NIBBLED GRACIOUS WHAT A LIFE THE BACON MELTED INTO STRIFE PLUMP AND ROTUND SHE GREW AS FAT AS TWO A WEEK WAS OVER SPENT IN CLOVER
phonemes: ðɛɹ æt hɜːɹ ˈiːz, nˈoʊ fˈɪɹ ʌv fˈiːz, ʃiː nˈɔːd, ænd nˈɪbəld:  ɡɹˈeɪʃəs, wˌʌt ɐ lˈaɪf! ðə bˈeɪkən mˈɛltᵻd ɪnðə stɹˈaɪf. plˈʌmp ænd ɹoʊtˈʌnd ʃiː ɡɹˈuː, æz fˈæt æz tˈuː. ɐ wˈiːk wʌz ˈoʊvɚ, spˈɛnt ɪn klˈoʊvɚ.