The Great Ponyville Rhyme-Off

I'm a mare from Zebrica, Zecora is my name
And my wealth of herbal wisdom is what garners me my fame
If you little ponies cross my hoof with gold or silver
I'll produce a poultice, potion, brew or pill for
Any ailment, any sickness, any body part you inja,
I'll deliver like a ninja a medicine that's flavored ginger
Your boyfriend is complaining he's come down with tennis elbow?
I've got a special lotion that will make that colt a well beau
For influenza and dyspepsia I've a brew that's tainted purple
'Cause if a sneeze won't ease it, then perhaps a burp'll
If your mother has the blues because her tongue is colored orange
Cures are ready in my study if you want them, or in
Just a half an hour I can cure what makes you sick
(Just don't ask me if I can set my recipes to music)
I use the purest water, free of algae scum or plankton
So when your stomach's easy, you'll know which zebra to thank
Tonight when you're fleeing from some bogeymare or monster
Impurity won't worry you when the danger is all gone
Stir my potions expertly with careful timing, heat and rhythm
The better for to ease your allergies and minor pains with 'em
And if you're having troubles when you sit upon the toilet
I can mix a tea for you so you can take it home and boil it
Is it hard being a guard? Well, if you're suffering from a cold, yer
Need to stop my my hut, and I'll make it better, soldier
If you can't visit my home, then be sure to drop a letter
For if you think my rhymes are hot, my medicine is better.