text_original: A Certain hungry Fox, of Gascon breed (Or Norman  but the difference is small), Discovered, looking very ripe indeed, Some Grapes that hung upon an orchard wall. Striving to clamber up and seize the prey, He found the fruit was not within his power; "Well, well," he muttered, as he walked away, "It's my conviction that those Grapes are sour." The Fox did wisely to accept his lot; 'Twas better than complaining, was it not?
text_transcription: A CERTAIN HUNGRY FOX OF GASCON BREED ALL NORMAN BUT THE DIFFERENCE IS SMALL DISCOVERED LOOKING VERY RIPE INDEED SOME GRAPES THAT HUNG UPON AN ORCHARD WALL STRIVING TO CLAMBER UP AND SEIZE THE PREY HE FOUND THE FRUIT WAS NOT WITHIN HIS POWER WELL WELL HE MUTTERED AS HE WALKED AWAY IT'S MY CONVICTION THAT THOSE GRAPES ARE SOUR THE FOX DID WISELY TO ACCEPT HIS LOT TWAS BETTER THAN COMPLAINING WAS IT NOT
phonemes: ɐ sˈɜːʔn̩ hˈʌŋɡɹi fˈɑːks, ʌv ɡˈæskən bɹˈiːd (ɔːɹ nˈɔːɹmən bˌʌt ðə dˈɪfɹəns ɪz smˈɔːl), dɪskˈʌvɚd, lˈʊkɪŋ vˈɛɹi ɹˈaɪp ˌɪndˈiːd, sˌʌm ɡɹˈeɪps ðæt hˈʌŋ əpˌɑːn ɐn ˈɔːɹtʃɚd wˈɔːl. stɹˈaɪvɪŋ tə klˈæmbɚɹ ˌʌp ænd sˈiːz ðə pɹˈeɪ, hiː fˈaʊnd ðə fɹˈuːt wʌz nˌɑːt wɪðˌɪn hɪz pˈaʊɚ; "wˈɛl, wˈɛl," hiː mˈʌɾɚd, æz hiː wˈɔːkt ɐwˈeɪ, "ɪts maɪ kənvˈɪkʃən ðæt ðoʊz ɡɹˈeɪps ɑːɹ sˈaʊɚ." ðə fˈɑːks dˈɪd wˈaɪzli tʊ ɐksˈɛpt hɪz lˈɑːt; twˈɑːz bˈɛɾɚ ðɐn kəmplˈeɪnɪŋ, wʌz ɪt nˈɑːt?