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 sum, 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.