text_original: But I have something no architect or gardener ever made, A thing that is shaped by the busy touch of little mittened hands: And the Judge would give up his lonely estate, where the level snow is laid For the tiny house with the trampled yard, the yard where the snowman stands.
text_transcription: BUT I HAVE SOMETHING NO ARCHITECT OR GARDENER EVER MADE A THING THAT IS SHAPED BY THE BUSY TOUCH OF LITTLE MITTEN HENS AND THE JUDGE WOULD GIVE UP HIS LONELY ESTATE WHERE THE LEVELED SNOW IS LAID FOR THE TINY HOUSE WITH THE TRAMPLED YARD THE YARD WHERE THE SNOW MAN STANDS
phonemes: bˌʌt aɪ hæv sˈʌmθɪŋ nˈoʊ ˈɑːɹkɪtˌɛkt ɔːɹ ɡˈɑːɹdənɚɹ ˈɛvɚ mˈeɪd, ɐ θˈɪŋ ðæt ɪz ʃˈeɪpt baɪ ðə bˈɪzi tˈʌtʃ ʌv lˈɪɾəl mˈɪʔn̩d hˈændz: ænd ðə dʒˈʌdʒ wʊd ɡˈɪv ˌʌp hɪz lˈoʊnli ᵻstˈeɪt, wˌɛɹ ðə lˈɛvəl snˈoʊ ɪz lˈeɪd fɚðə tˈaɪni hˈaʊs wɪððə tɹˈæmpəld jˈɑːɹd, ðə jˈɑːɹd wˌɛɹ ðə snˈoʊmən stˈændz.