The 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 three keep out of sight Beneath a vicious square-root sign?

 

I wish instead I were a nine

For nine could thart this evil trick Witn just some quick arithmetic

I know I'll see the sun
As 1.7321

 

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 wo multiply

To form a number we prefer

Reioicing as an integer

We break free from our mortai bonds

And with wave of magic wands
Our square-root signs become unglued
And love for me has been renewed... ...

 

                                                                                                            3的平方

                                                                                                            我害怕自己成为孤独的根号3
                                                                                                            3代表了所有的美好和正义
                                                                                                            为什么我的3 要被困在万恶的根号底下

                                                                                                            我更希望我是数字9
                                                                                                            因为9通过简单的算术 就能摆脱根号的诡计
                                                                                                            我知道 作为1.7321
                                                                                                            我将不得天日

                                                                                                            我原本既悲哀 又不理智
                                                                                                            而在此时 我无法相信我的双眼
                                                                                                            另一个根号3
                                                                                                            轻轻踏着华尔兹而来

                                                                                                            相聚后我们相乘
                                                                                                            得出我们喜欢的一个数字
                                                                                                            像整数般高兴
                                                                                                            我们将自己从牢狱中解脱

                                                                                                            随着魔杖的挥舞
                                                                                                            我们的根号被掀开
                                                                                                            而我的爱 也焕然一新