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Little All-Aloney's feet / Pitter-patter in the hall, / And his mother runs to meet / And to kiss her toddling sweet, / Ere perchance he fall. / He is, oh, so weak and small! / Yet what danger shall he fear / When his mother hovereth near, / And he hears her cheering call: / "All-Aloney"?
Little All-Aloney's face / It is all aglow with glee, / As around that romping-place / At a terrifying pace / Lungeth, plungeth he! / And that hero seems to be / All unconscious of our cheers -- / Only one dear voice he hears / Calling reassuringly: / "All-Aloney!"