text_original: Bared are the brown tenements, and all the world may see What Mrs. Chirry, Mrs. Flurry, hid so close that day. In the place of rustling wings, cold winds rustling be, And thickly lie the icicles where once the warm brood lay.
text_transcription: BARE ARE THE BROWN TENEMENTS AND ALL THE WORLD MAY SEE WHAT MISSUS CHERRY MISSUS FLURRY HID SO CLOSE THAT DAY IN THE PLACE OF RUSTLING WINGS COLD WINDS RUSTLING BEE AND THICKLY LIGHTED ICICLES WHERE ONCE THE WARM BROOD LAY
phonemes: bˈɛɹd ɑːɹ ðə bɹˈaʊn tˈɛnəmənts, ænd ˈɔːl ðə wˈɜːld mˈeɪ sˈiː wʌt mˈɪsɪz. tʃˈɜːɹi, mˈɪsɪz. flˈɜːɹi, hˈɪd sˌoʊ klˈoʊs ðæt dˈeɪ. ɪnðə plˈeɪs ʌv ɹˈʌsəlɪŋ wˈɪŋz, kˈoʊld wˈɪndz ɹˈʌsəlɪŋ bˈiː, ænd θˈɪkli lˈaɪ ðɪ ˈaɪsɪkəlz wˌɛɹ wˈʌns ðə wˈɔːɹm bɹˈuːd lˈeɪ.