Precious Precious are the children Skin as white as snow So precious Just like pearls of milk They are pure They have not been touched Those precious boys - firm and unspoiled Beneath those cheeks, so precious - though it pains me Though I will shake with sorrow - you will find throats, so precious You will find what must be done As for their mothers, weeping like a sow, know you that they will beg Know you that they will promise Know that you must refuse For as the fathers, so the mothers, so the sons We'll keep the girls as treasure And we will take what's precious, and we will feed it to the land So God comes back to Midea, takes one look around and She goes "Shit Moses! What the fuck have you done?"