The answer to an age-old question comes to us in poetic form from the Moberly Democrat, as reprinted in the June 23, 1903 Skidmore Standard:
Tenderly she laid the silent white form beside those that had gone before. She made no outcry, she did not weep. Such a moment was too precious to be spent in idle tears.
But soon there came a time which seemed if nature must give way. She lifted her voice and cried long and loud. Her cry was taken up by others who were near, and it echoed and echoed over the grounds.
Then suddenly all was still. What was the use of it all. She would lay another egg tomorrow.