That little mouse, Nobel and dear.

How can a tiny mouse dream of big things

The paddocks are wide
And the Hawks fly near

Yet the captive suffer
For a cure
Die with a purpose

An extremely vain way of saying ( you were brave )

And the beginning always started somehow
It's clear

( That little mouse, was
Nobel and dear )

The hawk and it's eye
Or the carrier cage

The land and it's Triumph
And the medical page.