I'm a square root of three

I fear that I’ll 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 sign of square-root?

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

Sich is my reality,
a sad irrationality

When, hark, just what is this I see?
Another square-root of a three
has 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 sign becomes unglued
and love for me has been renewed