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 04:30, 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 06:30, 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 Khakis!"
