The old Chief finally retired from the Navy and got that chicken
ranch he always wanted. He took with him his lifelong pet parrot.
First morning at 0430, the parrot squawked and said, "Off yer hocks
and don yer socks. Reveille"
The old chief told the parrot, "we are no longer in the Navy. Go back
to sleep." The next morning, the parrot did the same thing. The old
Chief told the parrot, "Look, if you keep this up, I will put you out
in the chicken pen."
Again the parrot did it, and true to his word, the Chief put the
parrot in the chicken pen. About 0630, the Chief was awakened by one
heck of a ruckus in the chicken pen. He went out to see what was the
matter.
The parrot had about 40 white chickens in formation and on the ground
lay 3 bruised and beaten brown ones. The parrot was saying, "By God,
when I say fall out in dress whites, I don't mean fucking Khakis!"
