The Square Root of 3

Yesterday, me and my mom watched Harold and Kumar Escape from G Bay. The movie's sexual content and crude humor is heavy so we did a lot of fast forwards. But I found a gem in this movie in a form of a poem. I googled it and found it's title and I would like to share it with you guys:

The Square Root of 3 by Dave Feinberg

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