When Mare and Griffin meet and mate Their offspring share a curious fate. One half is Horse with hooves and tail, The rest is Eagle, claws and nail. As a Horse it likes to graze In summer meadows doused in haze, Yet as an Eagle it can fly Above the clouds where dreams drift by. With such a Beast I am enthralled, The Hippogriff this beast is called.
Tim, the pony who knows hes an awesome pony, but when he looks in the mirror, he sees someone... or maybe something... else. an abomination, a creature that isnt quite a pony but its not quite a griffin either.
I was going to be like, "Ledundead totally needs to sing this as TIM," but outside of those couple lines, the rest of the song doesn't quite make sense for TIM.
Now that is a tough question, given TIM's incomprehensible nature. I imagine he sounds a bit like a roaring avalanche crossed with a gentle stream, with a touch of crunchy potato chips.
When Mare and Griffin meet and mate
Their offspring share a curious fate.
One half is Horse with hooves and tail,
The rest is Eagle, claws and nail.
As a Horse it likes to graze
In summer meadows doused in haze,
Yet as an Eagle it can fly
Above the clouds where dreams drift by.
With such a Beast I am enthralled,
The Hippogriff this beast is called.
Arnold Sundgaard, The Hippogriff
What does TIM sound like in your opinion?