I cry no more , Mom, where are you ... The winter is cold, same as the milk! The cats have eaten my loaf of bread... I shall not cry! , , Dad ... , Can you hear the hunter's gun As he shoots my swans ?! The river has turned into red I shall not cry! , , Grandma ... The cakes looked heavenly delicious The ones you left on the fireplace... But the fire reached them and they were burned! I shall not cry!