I fear that I will always be a lonely number like root 3
A 3 is all that is good and right
Why must my 3 keep out of sight beneath the vicious square root sign
I wish instead I where a 9, for a 9 could forth this evil trick with just some quick arithmetic
I know I will never see the sun as one point seven three two one
Such as my reality, a sad irrationality when hark just whats this I see
Another square root of a three, is quietly come waltzing by, together now we multiply
And form a number we prefer , rejoicing as an integer
We break free from out mortal bonds and with a wave of a magic wands
A square root signs become unglued
And love for me has been renewed (*^_^*)