wˈʌn dˈeɪ ðə mˈuːn, hˈɪɹɪŋ ʌv ðˈɪs, pˈʊld ˌɔn ɐ blˈæk klˈoʊk ˌoʊvɚ hɜː jˈɛloʊ hˈɛɹ ænd wɛnt tə sˈiː fɔːɹ hɜːsˈɛlf.
One day the moon, hearing of this, pulled on a black cloak over her yellow hair and went to see for herself.