Now let me tell you What big Bhuro did. Behind thin coconut tree, So quietly he hid. He waited and he waited, And still saw no one; The sky turned pink, As home went the sun. He thought and he thought, Then began to grin; Why, whoever went out Must surely come in! Hide in the cave, That's what I'll do! A goat I may catch, And a baby bear too! 
naʊ lɛt mi tɛl ju wʌt bɪɡ  dɪd. bɪhaɪnd θɪn koʊkʌnʌt tɹi, soʊ kwaɪʌtli hi hɪd. hi weɪtɪd ʌnd hi weɪtɪd, ʌnd stɪl sɔ noʊ wʌn; ðʌ skaɪ tɜ˞nd pɪŋk, æz hoʊm wɛnt ðʌ sʌn. hi θɔt ʌnd hi θɔt, ðɛn bɪɡæn tu ɡɹɪn; waɪ, huɛvɜ˞ wɛnt aʊt mʌst ʃʊɹli kʌm ɪn! haɪd ɪn ðʌ keɪv, ðæt'ɛs wʌt aɪ' du! ʌ ɡoʊt aɪ meɪ kætʃ, ʌnd ʌ beɪbi bɛɹ tu! 
 Indian speaks in a monotone voice with a slightly slowed-down delivery in a very quiet and clear recording environment.