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 a nine,
For nine could thwart this evil trick
With just some quick arithmetic.
I know I’ll never see the sun
Such is my reality,
A sad irrationality,
When hark, what is this I see?
Another square root of a three
Does quietly come waltzing by.
Together, now, we multiply
And 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 become unglued
And love for me has been renewed.