- 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, as 1.7321
- Such is my reality, a sad irrationality
- When hark! 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 magic wands
- Our square root signs become unglued
- And love for me has been renewed.
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