text_original: They brush my face, light up my hair, My garments touch, dart everywhere; And if I try to catch them They're quicker than the wicked flea   And then I wonder how 'twould be To have a _dress_ to match them.
text_transcription: THEY BRUSH MY FACE LIGHT UP MY HAIR MY GARMENTS TOUCH DART EVERYWHERE AND IF I TRY TO CATCH THEM THEY'RE QUICKER THAN THE WICKED FLEA AND THEN I WONDER HOW IT WOULD BE TO HAVE A DRESS TO MATCH THEM
phonemes: ðeɪ bɹˈʌʃ maɪ fˈeɪs, lˈaɪt ˌʌp maɪ hˈɛɹ, maɪ ɡˈɑːɹmənts tˈʌtʃ, dˈɑːɹt ˈɛvɹɪwˌɛɹ; ænd ɪf aɪ tɹˈaɪ tə kˈætʃ ðˌɛm ðeɪɚ kwˈɪkɚ ðɐn ðə wˈɪkᵻd flˈiː ænd ðˈɛn aɪ wˈʌndɚ hˌaʊ twˈʊd biː tə hæv ɐ dɹˈɛs tə mˈætʃ ðˌɛm.