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.