An Ode To The Old Wind
I always thought, what i am going to do Because i was as lonely as number root two A two is all that's good and even, I know my two is not less than dee one Vicious square root sign that i wore, I wish instead I was a four As four could kill this evil trick, With just simple quick arithmetic I was afraid, nothing I'll be able to see, As i was just 1.414213 Such is my equality, A sad but real irrationality When all was lost! I saw that i thought never was true, Another mysterious square root of two Has quietly come waltzing by, Together now we multiply To form a number we always prefer, Rejoicing and a complete integer We tried to make real our fairy tale Too long and fast our boats did sail A fierce storm came to us from no-where We were together always in our worst nightmare But the force was strong, it separated our ways We wondered off lonely for days and days We met again after months went by somebody else was enforced in your eye I thought, our s