Front Porch Session - Odd One Out

[Verse 1] Well he’s a duck‑billed platypus, bless his little beating heart, Looks like the Good Lord closed His eyes and threw the pieces in a cart. Got a bill like a mallard, fur like a beaver, feet that don’t know where to land, And every river that he’s looked down into just made him question who he am. [Pre‑Chorus] But he don’t gripe and he don’t fuss, Just floats along and does his best. Funny how the strangest ones end up teachin’ all the rest. [Chorus] He’s the odd one out, the platypus they whisper about, Too mixed‑up to fit in, too honest to doubt. Is he bird, is he beaver, is he something in between? He’s a reminder that the world ain’t near as tidy as folks like to make it seem. Yeah, he’s the odd one out — but he’s exactly what he’s meant to be. --- [Verse 2] He’s heard folks laugh behind his back, say, “Lord, what is that thing?” Like he ain’t spent his whole life wonderin’ the same damn thing. So he dives down where the quiet is, where the cattails hide the sun, And finds a little peace in bein’ different, instead of tryin’ to be someone. [Pre‑Chorus] He don’t pretend, he don’t explain, just waddles on his merry way. Some folks spend their whole lives hidin’ what he wears proud every day. [Chorus] He’s the odd one out, the platypus they whisper about, Too mixed‑up to fit in, too honest to doubt. Is he bird, is he beaver, is he something in between? He’s a reminder that the world ain’t near as tidy as folks like to make it seem. Yeah, he’s the odd one out — but he’s exactly what he’s meant to be. --- [Verse 3] And maybe we’re all platypuses, tryin’ to name what we don’t know, Patchin’ up our jagged edges like we’re scared to let ’em show. But the world could use more creatures who ain’t ashamed of how they’re made — ’Cause every time a platypus stays a platypus, a little truth gets saved. --- [Bridge] He never asked for feathers or fur, never asked to be this way. But he learned that bein’ different beats pretendin’ every day. --- [Final Chorus] He’s the odd one out, the platypus they whisper about, Too mixed‑up to fit in, too honest to doubt. Is he bird, is he beaver, is he something in between? He’s the proof that you can still belong even when you don’t fit the scene. Yeah, he’s the odd one out — and that’s the legacy he leaves. [Outro] One‑of‑a‑kind, and finally fine with bein’ seen.