It was this boy's birthday and his mother bought him a parrot. The parrot had a very good memory. One night the boy was reading his book and his father walked by and said close that damn book. He was outside with his kite and it wouldn't fly so the boy said fly motherfucka fly. So that Sunday the boy brought the parrot the church. The preacher was preaching out of the bible and parrot said close that damn book. Then the preacher said if I close the book how are we going to know the word of God and get to heaven. Then the parrot said fly motherfucka fly.