Beautiful poem that apparently is being used in Harold and Kumar 2. This poem is actually a real poem and was written by David Kleinberg. 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