I fear that I will always be a lonely number like root three
A three is all that's good and right
Why must my three keep out of sight?
Beneath a vicious square-root sign?
I wish instead I were nine
For nine could thwart this evil trick
With just some quick arithmetic
I know I'll never see the sun
As 1.7321
Such is my reality
A sad irrationality
When, Hark, Just what is this I see?
Another square root of a three
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 a magic wands
Our square-root signs become unglued
And love for me as been renewed
