A respectable lady approaches her priest after church and confides her worrying problem. 

“Father, I have two female talking parrots, but they only know how to say one sentence.”

“And what do they say?” the priest asks.

“They only say, ‘Hi, fellas, we’re prostitutes. Peckers at the ready if you want to have some fun!’” 

“That’s terrible!” the priest exclaims. “But I have a solution. Bring your parrots to my house. I’ll put them with my two male talking parrots, Frank and Stan. I’ve taught them to pray and read the Bible. They’ll teach your parrots to stop that ungodly talk and learn to praise and worship.”

“Oh, thank you and bless you, Father!” the woman replies. 

The next day, she brings her parrots to the priest’s house. Frank and Stan are in their cage, holding rosary beads and praying. 

She places her two female parrots into the cage. Immediately, they say,
“Hi, fellas, we’re prostitutes. Peckers at the ready if you want to have some fun?”

Frank looks over at Stan and squawks,
“Put the beads away, Stan… our prayers have been answered!”