the quandry of the Square Root of 3

Recently, i've just watched Harold and Kumar 2: Escape from Guantanamo Bay, it's really an awesome movie, incredibly funny. And there's this poem in the movie, "The Square Root of Three", one of the most clever poem i've ever heard...Written by David Feinberg, i found it really touching and would love to share it with you guys...enjoy:

I’m sure that I will always be
A lonely number like root three

The three is all that’s good and right,
Why must my three keep out of sight
Beneath the 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

As quietly co-waltzing by,
Together now we multiply
To form a number we prefer,
Rejoicing as an integer

We break free from our mortal bonds
With the wave of magic wands

Our square root signs become unglued

Your love for me has been renewed