A three is all that's good and right 　　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 one point seven three two one 　　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