text_original: Il8 ON THE LAWN ON THE LAWN ON the half frozen lawn, where the early grass was springing, In the sunny days just over, and where now the frost is lying, I hear a happy chorus of little voices singing, A hopeful, cheery call and a hopefuller replying.
text_transcription: OTT ORK BY SONYA ON THE LAWN ON THE HALF FROZEN LAWN WHERE THE EARLY GRASS WAS SPRINGING IN THE SUNNY DAYS JUST OVER AND WHERE NOW THE FROST IS LYING I HEAR A HAPPY CHORUS OF LITTLE VOICES SINGING A HOPEFUL CHEERY CALL AND A HOPEFULER REPLYING
phonemes: ˈɪl ˈeɪt ɔnðə lˈɔːn ɔnðə lˈɔːn ɔnðə hˈæf fɹˈoʊzən lˈɔːn, wˌɛɹ ðɪ ˈɜːli ɡɹˈæs wʌz spɹˈɪŋɪŋ, ɪnðə sˈʌni dˈeɪz dʒˈʌst ˈoʊvɚ, ænd wˌɛɹ nˈaʊ ðə fɹˈɔst ɪz lˈaɪɪŋ, aɪ hˈɪɹ ɐ hˈæpi kˈɔːɹəs ʌv lˈɪɾəl vˈɔɪsᵻz sˈɪŋɪŋ, ɐ hˈoʊpfəl, tʃˈɪɹi kˈɔːl ænd ɐ hˈoʊpfʊlɚ ɹᵻplˈaɪɪŋ.