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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.