WWII era postcard featuring a tribute to 'The Fuzzy Wuzzy Angels'

THE FUZZY WUZZY ANGELS.

(By a Wounded Digger).

Many a mother in Australia, when the busy day is done,
Sends a prayer to the Almighty for the safety of her son;
Asking that an angel guard him, and bring him safely
back -
Now we see these prayers are answered on the Owen
Stanley track.
But they haven't any haloes, only holes slashed through
the ear,
And their faces worked with tattoo, and scratch pins in
their hair,
Bringing back the badly wounded, just as steady as a hearse,
Using leaves to keep the rain off, and as gentle as a nurse.
Slow and careful in their paces on that awful mountain
track,
And the look upon their faces makes you think that Christ
was black.
Not a move to hurt the wounded, and they treat him like
a saint,
It's a picture worth recording - that an artist's yet to paint.
Many a lad will see his mother, and husbands see their
wives,
Just because the Fuzzy Wuzzies carried them and saved
their lives
From mortar and machine gun fire, or a chance surprise
attack,
To safety and the doctors at the bottom of the track.
May the mothers of Australia, when they offer up a
prayer
Mention these impromptu angels, with the fuzzy wuzzy hair. prayer,

The above lines, dedicated to the natives of New
Guinea, whose heroism and self-sacrifice in tending
wounded Australian soldiers, has won the highest
praise, were composed by a badly wounded digger
who has returned to Australia from the battle area.

With Compliments of
METHODIST OVERSEAS MISSIONS