Square root of 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.

And now I 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,

Has quitely come waltzing by,

Together now we multiply,

To form a number we prefer,

Rejoicing as an integer.

We break free from our mortal bond,

And with a wave of magic wands,

Our square root sign become unglued,

And love for me has been renewed.

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Huh, I'm still a square root of three. None has been renewed.