Okay, this is a poem, not a song, but it's about my Hausa class. I'm at a program called Governor's School, at which we are divided into five teams (Latin America, Asia, Europe, Middle East, and my team, Africa), and each team is putting on a special dinner one night. If the feedback is positive enough, I will be reciting this poem at the Team Africa dinner. So, it's about my class and my professor.

Sannu! That was the first word we heard
Upon Dr. Chekaraou’s arrival to class
For those not familiar with Hausa, that means hello
I remember an awkward feeling, as I sat in the third row
Before the week was up, Team Africa connected
All among each other, and with our instructor
I’d like to take a minute, just sit right there
I’ll tell you all about Ibro, a man from Niger

To begin the introduction, I’ll start with his name
Ibro, Hausa for Abraham, Chekarau, a noble surname
In his childhood days, he was trained as a shepherd
With his club in hand, he’d fend off thieves and kill snakes, but never a leopard
His devotion to Allah is apparent to all
As evidenced by his daily morning prayer
In his younger days, he loved night clubs, in which he would dance
In ever-so stylish, poofy parachute pants

Dr. Ibro made his way to the states, of this we are glad
Without him, who would be around to teach us Hausa?
In this present day he resides in Michigan
Where he teaches young minds who revere all things African
Ibro told us he likes poetry, which is why I wrote this
I certainly hope it is to everyone’s satisfaction
So from now on, when we are greeted out of the blue
We know the appropriate Hausa answer, “Yauwa, sannu!”

EDIT: Also, the stuff within the brackets is part of the title, just to clarify.
He's a freak of nature, but we love him so.

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