Moved - Left No Forwarding Address

No longer need I hide my face
for I've just joined the human race
It really wasn't very hard:
I got myself a credit card.

No more handling grimy bills
from germ-infested cashier's tills,
My little card is white and clean
I know exactly where it's been.

Of course, it's changed my life a lot,
I don't own half of what I've got;
But I know how my type survives:
We move before the bill arrives.