In the tiny town of Oaxaca,
Selling homemade flutes and maracas...
Zita may be a small town girl,
But she wants to see the whole wide world 
(Zita sits bored at a mercado booth in the square)

There’s a race downtown for bicicletas
Zita says, “Abuela, I betcha
that a race would be so much fun…”
But Abuela says, “I’m sorry hon,”
(Zita walks with her grandmother, sees a poster for a bicycle race)

“Bicycles aren’t ladylike.”
Zita shakes her head, but is polite
“Perdoname, but that’s not true,
Girls can do whatever they want to.” 
(Floating images of Zita and her grandma talking)

She’ll work a little bit harder, and a whole lot smarter…
She has the courage in her heart to make her dreams come true…
Well, she’s got ambition, and she’s on a mission…
If you think you can beat her, Then You don’t know Zita!
(Zita builds a bicycle, then wins the race)

Next Chapter: Part Two