The old Navy Chief finally retired and got that chicken ranch he
had always wanted.  He took with him his life-long pet parrot.

The first morning at 0430, the parrot squawked loudly and said,
"Reveille, Reveille.  Up all hands.  Heave out and trice up.  The
smoking lamp is lighted, now 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 Chief told the parrot, "If you keep this up, I'll put your ass
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 on the following morning, the Chief was awakened by one
heck of a ruckus out in the chicken pen.  He went out to see what
was the matter.  He found the parrot had about 40 white chickens
standing at attention and all in formation, and there on the ground
lay 3 bruised and beaten brown chickens.

The parrot was saying, "By God, when I say fall out in dress whites,
I mean dress whites - not Khakis!"