A lonely number like root three 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,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