-Melodie partly from "Swing low, sweet chariot"-
He looked over squares, and what did he see?
coming just for driving him mad,
The rational numbers didn't fit for me,
coming just for driving him mad.
He looked over pentagrams, and what did he see?
coming just for driving him mad,
There was funny looking a cousin of me,
coming just for driving him mad.
He told his pupils, all the world is a number,
coming just for driving him mad,
And one of them said: "this one makes me wonder"
coming just for driving him mad,
He told him of me, and to his growing dread,
coming just for driving him mad,
He proved my being, and what did he get,
Pytagoras just wanted him dead.
I'm the square root,
The funny square root,
gave him a bad mood,
Just me, the square root,
And everything in me is good!
(being irrational can be great! :-) )