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 track,
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,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 bonds,
And with a wave of magic wands..
Our square root signs become unglued,
And love for me has been renewed..
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