We learned a song that we've carried around with us and busted out singing it from time to time in public places. It always gets a crowd of children whipped up into a frenzy at which point we leave, abandoning their parents to a scene they probably don't think is too abnormal considering it included a bunch of dancing "white" people.

I don, kinin da ye ta ka
I don, sadi da ye ta ka
I don, sobo da ye ta ka
I don, malo bali lodan te
I don, i don, i don, i don

Dance, the rice is in the pot on the fire
Dance, the rice pudding is in the pot on the fire
Dance, the meat is in the pot on the fire
Dance, he without shame is never a stranger
Dance, dance, dance, dance

Baila, el arroz está en el fuego
Baila, el arroz con leche está en el fuego
Baila, la carne está en el fuego
Baila, el sinvergüenza jamás es forestero
Baila, baila, baila, baila

Danse, le riz dans la marmite est au feu
Danse, la bouille dans la marmite est au feu
Danse, la viande dans la marmite est au feu
Danse, celui qui n'a pas honte n'est jamais étranger
Danse, danse, danse, danse