One day extra, at nine

A history, now often told
What once, no one could get to hear
Records a hundred years old
For this shortest month of the year

Does this come in black? at nine

That sounds pretty jazzy, ya know?
It feels like it would be right to spin
Something more swinging and less staccato
But loaded with lots of melanin

Kinda heart-shaped at nine

Patron saint of the keepers of bees
Regularly invoked against epilepsy
And another thing on his epitaph,
The eve of chocolate on sale by half

It's gonna be super at nine

It's hanging up there in the sky
It's lurking in the trees
And when it hits you in the eye
You get weak in the knees

Relax and regroup at nine

January has finally ended
Glad to be done with that business
Now we prepare for the rest of the year
With or without a witness