The Square Root of 3

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! 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.

Source: "Harold & Kumar Escape from Guantanamo Bay" (2008®)