..I’m sure that I will always be A lonely number like root threeThe three is all that’s good and right, Why must my three keep out of sight Beneath the vicious square root sign, I wish instead I were a nineFor nine could thwart this evil trick, with just some quick arithmeticI know I’ll never see the sun, as 1.7321 Such is my reality, a sad irrationalityWhen hark! What is this I see, Another square root of a threeAs quietly co-waltzing by, Together now we multiply To form a number we prefer, Rejoicing as an integerWe break free from our mortal bonds With the wave of magic wandsOur square root signs become unglued Your love for me has been renewed