There once was a man Isadore
Who had a disease with no cure
Made him very sad
Though he felt very glad
His insurance didn't cancel, was sure
As Isadore's condition got worse
He hired himself a nurse
Told her 'I'm not getting better
If I don't plan ahead, uh..
I may soon end up in a hearse'
The nurse said 'Isadore, stop your mopin'
I know for a cure you've been hopin'
Your cure's near, not far
You should be a jar
A jar, Isadore, that is open!'