On my finger I tied a string

To help me remember things

Every day I set a goal

Today my goal is self-control

"We're faced with choices,” says my dad

"Choices to do good or bad”

In the end what will you choose?

To win with good or will you lose?

There are some things that seem like fun

That end up wrong when all is done

Like sometimes I want to touch wet paint

Or stick my fingers in the cake

But then I look down at my string

And I choose not to do these things

My string helped me achieve my goal

I'm glad that I learned self-control