Questions this abomination raise:
Is it comparing the crucified Son of God to . . . a parrot? Or is the Holy Spirit a parrot in warm climes or in the turgid minds of libchurchers?
Does it go “Polly want a cracker!” during the distribution of the Blessed Sacrament?
Has there ever been a vestment that is so intentionally pointless and irreverent?
Should I laugh? Be angry? Both?