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
like 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 bond
and with a wave of magic wands
Our square root sign become unglued
And love for me has been renewed
credit: ‘Kumar Patel’ <Harold and Kumar: Escape from Guantanamo Bay>
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