text_original: SOMETIMES my needle stops with half drawn thread (Not often though, each moment's waste means bread, And missing stitches leave the little mouths unfed). I look down on the dingy court below: A tuft of grass is all it has to show,   A broken pump, where thirsty children go.
text_transcription: SOMETIMES MY NEEDLE STOPS WITH HALF DRAWN THREAD NOT OFTEN THOUGH EACH MOMENT'S WAIST MEANS BREAD AND MISSING STITCHES LEAVE THE LITTLE MOUSE UNFED I LOOK DOWN ON THE DINGY COURT BELOW A TUFT OF GRASS IS ALL IT HAS TO SHOW A BROKEN PUMP WHERE THIRSTY CHILDREN GO
phonemes: sˈʌmtaɪmz maɪ nˈiːdəl stˈɑːps wɪð hˈæf dɹˈɔːn θɹˈɛd (nˌɑːt ˈɔfən ðˌoʊ, ˈiːtʃ mˈoʊmənts wˈeɪst mˈiːnz bɹˈɛd, ænd mˈɪsɪŋ stˈɪtʃᵻz lˈiːv ðə lˈɪɾəl mˈaʊðz ʌnfˈɛd). aɪ lˈʊk dˌaʊn ɔnðə dˈɪndʒi kˈɔːɹt bᵻlˈoʊ: ɐ tˈʌft ʌv ɡɹˈæs ɪz ˈɔːl ɪt hɐz tə ʃˈoʊ,   ɐ bɹˈoʊkən pˈʌmp, wˌɛɹ θˈɜːsti tʃˈɪldɹən ɡˈoʊ.