Captain 'effing' Flint

My parrots name was Captain Flint, Boy that bird could swear. I never invited visitors, So blue was the air. He'd squawk "pretty effing polly" Or "give us a cracker you t##t" I'd never heard such swearing, I never taught him that. I bought him off a sailor Who was heading back to sea, He said to me, "you'll love him He's such good company." And what he said was right He entertained, it's true. I said "who's a pretty boy then" He squawked, " well not effing you !" The profanities just got too much, I sold him, with regret. But the house seems so quiet now, Without my 'effing' pet !