text_original: A certain Wolf, in that soft, pleasant season, When gentle zephyrs freshen every flower, And animals leave home, for this good reason   They want to make their hay before the shower: A Wolf, I say, after rough winters rigour, Perceived a Horse newly turned out to grass. You may imagine what his joy was. Vigour Came to him, when he saw the creature pass. "Good game!"
text_transcription: A CERTAIN WOLF IN THAT SOFT PLEASANT SEASON WHEN GENTLE ZEPHYRS FRESHEN EVERY FLOWER AND ANIMALS LEAVE HOME FOR THIS GOOD REASON THEY WANT TO MAKE THEIR HAY BEFORE THE SHOWER A WOLF I SAY AT A ROUGH WINTER'S RIGOUR PERCEIVED A HORSE NEWLY TURNED OUT TO GRASS YOU MAY IMAGINE WHAT HIS JOY WAS VIGOR CAME TO HIM WHEN HE SAW THE CREATURE PASS GOOD GAME
phonemes: ɐ sˈɜːʔn̩ wˈʊlf, ɪn ðæt sˈɔft, plˈɛzənt sˈiːzən, wˌɛn dʒˈɛntəl zˈɛfɚz fɹˈɛʃən ˈɛvɹi flˈaʊɚ, ænd ˈænɪməlz lˈiːv hˈoʊm, fɔːɹ ðɪs ɡˈʊd ɹˈiːzən ðeɪ wˈɔnt tə mˌeɪk ðɛɹ hˈeɪ bᵻfˌɔːɹ ðə ʃˈaʊɚ: ɐ wˈʊlf, aɪ sˈeɪ, ˈæftɚ ɹˈʌf wˈɪntɚz ɹˈɪɡɚ, pɚsˈiːvd ɐ hˈɔːɹs nˈuːli tˈɜːnd ˈaʊt tə ɡɹˈæs. juː mˈeɪ ɪmˈædʒɪn wʌt hɪz dʒˈɔɪ wʌz. vˈɪɡɚ kˈeɪm tə hˌɪm, wˌɛn hiː sˈɔː ðə kɹˈiːtʃɚ pˈæs. "ɡˈʊd ɡˈeɪm!"