text_original: 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. Your comrades are a shabby pack, Gaunt, bony, lean in side and back, Pining for hunger, scurvy, hollow, Fighting for every scrap they swallow. Come, share my lot, and take your ease." "What must I do to earn it, please?" "Do?
text_transcription: 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 YOUR COMRADES ARE A SHABBY PECK GAUNT BONY LEAN INSIDE AND BACK PINING FOR HUNGER SCURVY HOLLOW FIGHTING FOR EVERY SCRAP THEY SWALLOW COME SHARE MY LOT AND TAKE YOUR EASE WHAT MUST I DO TO EARN IT PLEASE DO
phonemes: 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. jʊɹ kˈɑːmɹædz ɑːɹ ɐ ʃˈæbi pˈæk, ɡˈɔːnt, bˈoʊni, lˈiːn ɪn sˈaɪd ænd bˈæk, pˈaɪnɪŋ fɔːɹ hˈʌŋɡɚ, skˈɜːvi, hˈɑːloʊ, fˈaɪɾɪŋ fɔːɹ ˈɛvɹi skɹˈæp ðeɪ swˈɔloʊ. kˈʌm, ʃˈɛɹ maɪ lˈɑːt, ænd tˈeɪk jʊɹ ˈiːz." "wˌʌt mˈʌst aɪ dˈuː tʊ ˈɜːn ɪt, plˈiːz?" "dˈuː?