I Fear That I'll Always Be, A Lonely Number Like Root Three, A Three 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 Nine, For Nine Could Swarth This Evil Trick, With Just Some Quick Arithmetic.
I Know I'll Never See The Sun, As 1.7321 .. Such as My Reality, The Sadder Rationality, When Arc is What's This I See, Another Square Root of The Three, As Quietly Combusting By, Together Now We Multiply, To Form a Number We Prefer, Rejoicing as an Integer, We Break Free From Our Mortal Bonds, With a Wave of Magic Wands, Our Square Root Signs Become Unglued, And Love For Me Has Been Renewed!!
