I’m sure that I will always be
A lonely number like root three,
The three is all that’s good and right,
Why must my three keep out of sight
Beneath the 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
As quietly co-waltzing by,
Together now we multiply
To form a number we prefer,
Rejoicing as an integer.
I wish i will have a chance to break free from the mortal bonds
With the wave of magic wands
I wish my square root signs become unglued
and love for me can been renewed.
=) sigh
