Wagtail

I heard that wagtails...
Sing well and dance well.
The child asked the grandmother. The grandmother said:
Wagtail in the field

When the rice fields are harvested
Birds fly back to pick up grains of rice.
Mud grains and pearls
Lying exposed in the plowed field

The birdsong is so beautiful.
The tail was always wagging.
Like the key my grandmother used to pick up.
Crush the betel leaves in lime.

Therefore, it is called lime.
Help her chew.
The bird's tail is like counting.
Is the betel quid she's chewing soft yet...?

Source: http://baolamdong.vn/van-hoa-nghe-thuat/202405/chim-chia-voi-e8d097d/