THE PINK FAIRIES ~*~*~*~*~*~*~ 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? |