On a warm and lazy afternoon, As the breeze softly blew, Behind silver clouds The sun was napping too. In a den near the tick bushes, Bhuro the lion had just woken from his nap. He yawned and stretched. I'm hungry and am also very thirsty, he growled. What shall I do? What shall I eat? I don't want to hunt In this afternoon heat! But eat I must, For my stomach growls so; Yes! To the cool riverside, That's where I'll go! A grazing deer, Or a rabbit's family Will surely come my way, And fill my tummy. So he went to the river, But no one was there; No deer, no bison, Not even a hare! 
ɑn ʌ wɔɹm ʌnd leɪzi æftɜ˞nun, æz ðʌ bɹiz sɔftli blu, bɪhaɪnd sɪlvɜ˞ klaʊdz ðʌ sʌn wɑz næpɪŋ tu. ɪn ʌ dɛn nɪɹ ðʌ tɪk bʊʃʌz,  ðʌ laɪʌn hæd dʒʌst woʊkʌn fɹʌm hɪz næp. hi jɔnd ʌnd stɹɛtʃt. aɪ'ɛm hʌŋɡɹi ʌnd æm ɔlsoʊ vɛɹi θɜ˞sti, hi ɡɹaʊld. wʌt ʃæl aɪ du? wʌt ʃæl aɪ it? aɪ dɑn'ti wɑnt tu hʌnt ɪn ðɪs æftɜ˞nun hit! bʌt it aɪ mʌst, fɔɹ maɪ stʌmʌk ɡɹaʊlz soʊ; jɛs! tu ðʌ kul ɹɪvɜ˞saɪd, ðæt'ɛs wɛɹ aɪ' ɡoʊ! ʌ ɡɹeɪzɪŋ dɪɹ, ɔɹ ʌ ɹæbʌt'ɛs fæmʌli wɪl ʃʊɹli kʌm maɪ weɪ, ʌnd fɪl maɪ tʌmi. soʊ hi wɛnt tu ðʌ ɹɪvɜ˞, bʌt noʊ wʌn wɑz ðɛɹ; noʊ dɪɹ, noʊ baɪsʌn, nɑt ivɪn ʌ hɛɹ! 
 Indian's voice is very clear and very close-sounding, with a monotone delivery in this recording.