Early in the mornings,

when children still are sleeping,

Or late, late at night-time,

beneath the summer moon,

What are they doing,

the busy fairy people?

Could you creep to spy them,

in silent magic shoon,

You might learn a secret,

among the garden borders,

Something never guessed at,

that no one knows or thinks:

Snip, snip, snip, go busy fairy scissors,

Pinking out the edges

of the petals of the Pinks

Pink Pinks, white Pinks,

double Pinks, and single,—

Look at them and see

if it’s not the truth I tell!

Why call them Pinks

if they weren’t pinked out by someone?

And what but fairy scissors

could pink them out so well?

Cicely Mary Barker–The Pink Fairies

https://flowerfairies.com/the-pink-fairies/