"The Square Root of Three"

by: David Feinberg

From the movie: Harold and Kumar Escape From Guantanamo Bay.

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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 It’ll never see the sun, as 1 point 7 3 2 1
Such is my reality, a sad irrationality
When, ark! so what is that I see,
Another square root of number 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

Hongera.....