I fear that i will always be,
A lonely number ike root three.
A three is all thats good and right,
Why should my three keep out of sight.
Beneath a vicious square root sign,
I wish instead I were a nine.
For nine could thwart this evil trick,
With some quick arithmetic.
I know il never see the sun,
As 1.7321
Such in my reality,
A sad irrationality.
When hark,
What is this i see
Another square root of a 3.
Has quietly come waltzing by,
Together now we multiply.
To form a number we prefer,
Rejoicing as an integer.
We break free from our mortal bonds,
And with a wave of magic wands,
Our square root signs have become unglued,
And love for me has been renewed.