The Square Root of Three

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,just 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

Andlove for me has been renewed