text_original: I caught him at work one day, myself, In the castle ditch where foxglove grows,   A wrinkled, wizen'd, and bearded Elf, Spectacles stuck on his pointed nose, Silver buckles to his hose, Leather apron  shoe in his lap   'Rip rap, tip tap, Tick tack too!
text_transcription: I CAUGHT HIM AT WORK ONE DAY MYSELF IN THE CASTLE DITCH WHERE FOXGLOVE GROWS A WRINKLED WIZENED AND BEARDED ELF SPECTACLES STUCK ON HIS POINTED NOSE SILVER BUCKLES TO HIS HOSE LEATHER APRON SHOE IN HIS LAP RIP RAP TIP TACK TIK TAC TOO
phonemes: aɪ kˈɔːt hˌɪm æt wˈɜːk wˈʌn dˈeɪ, maɪsˈɛlf, ɪnðə kˈæsəl dˈɪtʃ wˌɛɹ fˈɑːksɡlʌv ɡɹˈoʊz,   ɐ ɹˈɪŋkəld, wˈɪzənd, ænd bˈɪɹdᵻd ˈɛlf, spˈɛktəkəlz stˈʌk ˌɔn hɪz pˈɔɪntᵻd nˈoʊz, sˈɪlvɚ bˈʌkəlz tə hɪz hˈoʊz, lˈɛðɚɹ ˈeɪpɹən ʃˈuː ɪn hɪz lˈæp ɹˈɪp ɹˈæp, tˈɪp tˈæp, tˈɪk tˈæk tˈuː!