I found this in Julian Huxley’s papers. I think it’s a joke.
I mean, he might plausibly have needed an alligator but I can’t see why Berings would stock them.
Huxley was both a writer and a collector of amusing doggerel, by the way, and there’s a great deal of it squirreled away in these papers. The best bit is an obscene attempt to finish Aldous Huxley’s famously unfinished limerick: “There was a young man of East Anglia, whose loins were a tangle of ganglia.” I’m not going to reproduce it here but if you stop me on campus, I might be persuaded to tell you the rest.