• 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 the 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 one point seven three two one
    Such as my reality
    A sad irrationality
    When ark, what is this I see?
    Another square root of a three
    As 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