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ITTLE 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!"