I have mentioned that my parents saved most of the books I had while growing up. A couple of this week’s favorites with the boys revolve around Lyle the Crocodile. My favorite part is in Lyle and the Birthday Party, where I read Lyle’s doctor with a German accent (think of “Hogan’s Heroes” with a southern accent and you’re pretty close).

Here’s the end of The House on East 88th Street:

So now if you should happen to be
walking past the house on
East 88th Street
and if you should happen to hear
sounds that go:
SWISH, SWASH, SPLASH, SWOOSH!
don’t be surprised.
It’s only Lyle.
Lyle the crocodile.