text_original: One night some mice came gnawing at the curtain; It broke the lady's sleep, that's certain; At once she leaped upon her feet   To cats revenge is very sweet   And on all fours she ran to seize Those creatures always prone to tease; But she was changed  in shape and wit   They did not care for her a bit This aberration on her part Was grief perpetual to his heart.
text_transcription: ONE NIGHT SOME MICE CAME GNAWING AT THE CURTAIN IT BROKE THE LADY'S SLEEP THAT'S CERTAIN AT ONCE SHE LEAPED UPON HER FEET TO CAT'S REVENGE IS VERY SWEET AND ON ALL FOURS SHE RAN TO SEIZE THOSE CREATURES ALWAYS PRONE TO TEASE BUT SHE WAS CHANGED IN SHAPE AND WIT THEY DID NOT CARE FOR HER A BIT THIS ABERRATION ON HER PART WAS GRIEF PERPETUAL TO HIS HEART
phonemes: wˈʌn nˈaɪt sˌʌm mˈaɪs kˈeɪm nˈɔːɪŋ æt ðə kˈɜːtən; ɪt bɹˈoʊk ðə lˈeɪdiz slˈiːp, ðæts sˈɜːʔn̩; ɐtwˈʌns ʃiː lˈiːpt əpˌɑːn hɜː fˈiːt tə kˈæts ɹᵻvˈɛndʒ ɪz vˈɛɹi swˈiːt ænd ˌɔn ˈɔːl fˈɔːɹz ʃiː ɹˈæn tə sˈiːz ðoʊz kɹˈiːtʃɚz ˈɔːlweɪz pɹˈoʊn tə tˈiːz; bˌʌt ʃiː wʌz tʃˈeɪndʒd ɪn ʃˈeɪp ænd wˈɪt ðeɪ dɪdnˌɑːt kˈɛɹ fɔːɹ hɜːɹ ɐ bˈɪt ðɪs ˌæbɚɹˈeɪʃən ˌɔn hɜː pˈɑːɹt wʌz ɡɹˈiːf pɚpˈɛtʃuːəl tə hɪz hˈɑːɹt.