text_original: Within the shed where logs, late hewed, Smell forest sweet, and chips of wood Make blurs of white and brown, The brood hen cuddles her warm brood Of teetering down.
text_transcription: WITHIN THE SHED WHERE LOCKS LATE HOOT SMELL FOREST SWEET AND CHIPS OF WOOD MAKE BLURS OF WHITE AND BROWN THE BRUTE HEN CUDDLES HER WARM BRUTE OF TEETERING DOWN
phonemes: wɪðˌɪn ðə ʃˈɛd wˌɛɹ lˈɔɡz, lˈeɪt hjˈuːd, smˈɛl fˈɔːɹɪst swˈiːt, ænd tʃˈɪps ʌv wˈʊd mˌeɪk blˈɜːz ʌv wˈaɪt ænd bɹˈaʊn, ðə bɹˈuːd hˈɛn kˈʌdəlz hɜː wˈɔːɹm bɹˈuːd ʌv tˈiːɾɚɹɪŋ dˈaʊn.