I fear that I will always be
A lonely number like root 3

A 3 is all that's good and right
Why must my 3 keep out of sight

Beneath a vicious square root sign
I wish instead I were a 9

For 9 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 3

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.